Dust and smoke billowed everywhere, blotting out the sky and sun. At that moment, the entire world seemed to have descended into chaos. Even the heavens were veiled by thick dust, and sunlight could barely pierce the heavy barrier, casting mottled patches of light and shadow.
The air was thick with a suffocating tension, as though time itself had come to a standstill.
Yet Esdeath stood firm as a rock.
The instant General Zod's fist struck Esdeath, the entire space seemed to tremble. Sparks produced by the collision of two immense forces erupted in an instant, illuminating the surrounding chaos.
That dazzling radiance contained boundless energy and destructive power, as if it would swallow the whole world.
General Zod's fist burst apart from the recoil. Bone and fragments of flesh sprayed through the air, brilliant and fleeting like shattered stars.
Shaken by the shockwave, those fragments rapidly turned to dust, scattering on the wind and vanishing without a trace. Yet astonishingly, under the sunlight, General Zod's wound healed at an incredible speed.
The destroyed muscles and bones seemed to regenerate in an instant, as though they had never been damaged at all.
There was not the slightest trace of pain on General Zod's face. His expression remained cold and resolute.
The very concept of pain had long been removed from Kryptonian genes. To them, battle was life, and strength was everything.
What they pursued was endless battle and endless power. Pain and injury were merely catalysts for their growth and evolution.
His restored right hand had newly formed cells stronger than before, capable of absorbing and holding even more sunlight. That sunlight was like the source of life, providing General Zod with an unending supply of energy and strength.
He clenched his fist again, as though he meant to grasp